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My ribs call for justice Strumming them like Harps Stomach, Roars for a revolution. Mind enthused by the Fleeting high of  Hunger, and loss. Image damaged by Thoughts of perfection Stranded among lost islands Of paradise
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Hunger
My ribs call for justice Strumming them like Harps Stomach, Roars for a revolution. Mind enthused by the Fleeting high of  Hunger, and loss. Image damaged by Thoughts of perfection Stranded among lost islands Of paradise
#self#sad#life#pain#damage#perfection#image#hunger#fasting
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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